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bigger brothers.

Aisle by aisle, shelf by shelf I was getting an education. Then we were in aisle G where the toys were. First, and again I was shocked, there were a variety of items that men might use. I'd never thought of that. I just assumed men just jerked off.

Then we came to the section where toys like Sammie might hang out. All sizes, in a variety of colors; hundreds of them. As we walked down the aisle, the toys got bigger, but none bigger than Sam the Man. Drew pointed out some big ones to me; I just shook my head.

Speaking of Drew; it was like he was in a grocery store; pushing his cart down one aisle and then another. None of this seemed to faze him. For him it was like walking in the aisle with the soaps, detergents, cereal and canned goods. For me, it was like walking through a fantasy world; much of which I didn't understand.

For a moment I was back in reality. My eyes glazed over. What was I doing here? What was I doing with Drew? I was an administrator at an all-girls religious school.

Drew brought me back to the here and now. "Hey Stacy, maybe this is what you need?" He was holding up a dildo that was the same size as Sam the Man. I shook my head, ‘no.'

"Stacy, look closely. This one is electric. No batteries. Just plug it in and it keeps going and going and going."

I shook my head again and continued to look. I was mesmerized at not just the dildos but the variety of things people used to get off: whips, chains, handcuffs, nipple clamps-OUCH!!!

I was ready to leave. "Drew, maybe you're right, that electric one." We walked back to the aisle where Drew found it.

At the front of the wholesale store, I paid for it. Drew got me a huge discount. The brown bag disguised what was inside. I remember my grandmother once telling me that back in her day menstrual pads came in a brown wrapper as if having your period was somehow sinful.

Drew didn't say anything as we drove to the restaurant. The topic of the warehouse didn't come up. After we'd ordered, I asked him about himself. "I'm in law school. I need the money. It's just part-time. It's not a career. What about you? What's a sweet, outwardly innocent young woman doing, shall we call it shopping, in a place like that?"

I blushed again. "Drew, to be honest, I find it better than dating."

"Maybe you're dating the wrong guys."

"The fact is this is the first date I've been on in two years."

"Remember, Stacy, this isn't a date, it's customer service," he laughed.

"It's the best customer service I've ever had. Thank you."

"As you might imagine, we get a lot of strange requests at the store."

Just then our meals came. We ate in silence. I was thinking to myself, ‘I'd like to go on an actual date with this guy but he knows so much about me. What if one thing led to another. He knows all about Sammie. Big Sam, Sam the Man and what I just purchased. How could I?'

Drew must have been reading my mind. "Stacy, how about going to a movie next Saturday night?"

"That would be a date, not customer service, right?" I laughed. I was trying to hide the fact that I was thrilled that he asked.

"Yes, a date."

"Sounds like fun." We ate and silence, and then walked to his car. We were in front of my apartment building. Frankly, I didn't want the evening to end but how to go about it. "Drew, what if today wasn't customer service, it was actually a date?"

He reached over, "then I'd have to kiss you goodnight." He pulled me toward him. I didn't resist.

The kiss goodnight, turned into our tongues engaged. "Ummm, Drew, we're a little old for making out in a car. Won't you come in?"

I'd never done that before; that is invited a guy in. I'm sure my employers at the religious school would have their panties in a knot. "Are you sure?" he joked, "I don't remember reading anything like that in the customer service handbook."

"You're gonna' keep up that façade?" I was getting out of the car. I was pleased that Drew joined me.

I live in an apartment complex. There were five buildings. I lived on the second floor of building B. It was one bedroom and I had a small deck overlooking a courtyard. I'd chosen it because I thought it was safe and it was close to the school.

"Coffee, a drink, I have wine and beer?"

"A beer would be great."

He took a seat on my couch and I soon joined him with our beers. It wasn't too long before we put our beers down. "Where were we?" Drew said as he took me in his arms and we continued where we'd left off in the car with our tongues engaged.

That's all we did for a while. When Drew put his hand on my breast through my blouse and bra, I didn't stop him.

When his fingers unbuttoned my blouse; I didn't stop him. It had been so long; I was anxious for a man's touch. My fear was that Drew would be a disappointment like all the others.

I let him feel my breasts through my bra. If you recall, early on I described my breasts as like Goldilocks: not too big; not too small. Drew made them feel good. "I'd like you to do more, but I'm a little nervous. It's been a long time." I didn't say it but not only did I want Drew to do more, I wanted to do more if you know what I mean.

He reached behind my back to unhook my bra. "Let me." Once my bra was undone, his hands were all over them. They felt so good. It was only a matter of minutes before my nipples were standing up. My breasts might have been average, but I know, I didn't know how, I just knew that I had big nipples.

Drew seemed to know how to excite them. First with his hands and then with his mouth. My blouse was open and my bra was askew. "Drew, come with me."

Yes, I was taking him to my bedroom. Before sitting on the bed, I took off my blouse and bra. "I like the way you're playing with them." I kissed him on the mouth, but then pushed his head down. His lips felt so good on those big, hard nipples.

As you might suspect, it wasn't too long before we were no longer sitting on the bed but lying down. I was hoping that Drew's hands would go to my pussy; I was wearing jeans, but still.

Apparently, he was having too much fun with my breasts; not that I'm complaining, but I was ready for more. I did something I'd rarely done. I reached down and rubbed Drew's crotch. To my surprise, he was already hard. I smiled; he must be really enjoying my breasts.

His hands and mouth continued. My hands did too. I unhooked his belt and pulled down his zipper. My hand was soon inside his briefs, "hmmmmm," I sighed. Yes, Drew was hard, and he was bigger than my Sammie and almost as big as Big Sam. So far, no disappointments.

It was then that Drew's hand when to my jeans. He tried to unbutton them. "Let me," I whispered. You'd think I meant let me unbutton my jeans and perhaps unzip them. No, I took them off.

I was pleased when Drew joined me. He took off his shirt too. We were lying on my bed; him wearing just his briefs, and me, just my panties. I was excited, hoping that when we went a little farther and Drew fucked me, he'd wouldn't be a disappointment.

Oh, yeah. At this point, I fully expected him to fuck me.

My hand was back inside his briefs. In fact, I had it out and was stroking it slowly.

Drew was still kissing my breasts but his hand was inside my panties gently his fingers were exploring. In a few minutes, I knew he wasn't going to be like any of the other guys I'd been with. By that I mean, he didn't shove his finger inside me; he was trying to find my clitoris. It shouldn't have been too hard; not that I anything to compare, but I thought I had a pretty big one compared to those porn actresses I watched masturbating.

"Let me help." Maybe, he couldn't find it because he was restricted by my panties. I took them off and spread my legs.

I was pleased when Drew joined me: that is, he took off his underwear, too.

Quickly, we embraced with our hands playing. I stroked his cock slowly. I was afraid if I was too vigorous, he'd cum. It had happened before; more than once.

Drew, now with full access, found my clitoris. "hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmm," I sighed. "Like that," I sighed, "just like that."

It took a while, but soon I started to buck. It was going to happen. I was going to have my first orgasm without my toys or my fingers in two or three years. Sounds were coming out of my mouth, I'd never heard before, "Drew, oh yeah, Drew, oh yeah. Keep doing me."

It was different than when I did myself with one of my vibrators. I mean, Sam the Man made my pussy just explode. Drew made me cum and I was ecstatic.

Again, I did something I'd never done before, I rolled him on top of me. "Fuck me, Drew. I want your cock."

I knew my pussy. After all, I'd been playing with it exclusively for the last few years. Tonight, I didn't need any of the lube which I kept in my nightstand. Besides, I was certain that Sam the Man had stretched me out. I was afraid, I wouldn't feel Drew's cock and he wouldn't feel my pussy.

Thankfully, that didn't happen. Yeah, his cock slid in easily and for the first time in years, I had a real cock inside me. You girls know this. A dildo like Sammie, Big Sam or even Sam the Man feels very different than the real thing. Harder, sure; bigger, oh yeah. But there's something different about a cock. It can't replicate the way a man moves.

Better yet, unlike the guys in my past, Drew kept going, nice and slow. The same way I fucked myself with the Sammies; all three of them. Here's the other thing, "Stacy, you have the most beautiful breasts, I enjoy them so much." He kissed and sucked my nipples again. I talked to myself when I was using them but of course, the Sammies never talked to me.

Then, "your pussy feels so good, if we do this again, I'd love to taste you."

I didn't need lube to begin with, but now I was generating my own natural lube; it seemed by the quarts. Drew wanted to eat me. The Sammies couldn't do that. I was in heaven. "Keep giving me your cock, Drew. Don't be afraid to give it to me harder and faster."

Only the Sammies had fucked me like this. Not really. The truth was I'd never been fucked like this. With the Sammies, I didn't cum until I did my clitoris. I didn't cum when they were inside me; it was the same with Drew. That didn't mean it wasn't good. It was great.

Unlike the Sammies, Drew couldn't go until his batteries wore out. I felt him throbbing and then he grunted and groaned. "Oh yeah, Drew, oh, yeah, cum for me. Fill my pussy."

For a few minutes, I heard him breathing hard. Then, "you don't mind if I rest for a while."

He snuggled against my breasts. I held him in my arms, "Drew, you were fantastic."

An hour later, "Stacy, I'm not sure I can go again tonight, but if you'd like, I'd be glad to do you with one of your friends."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I considered my relationship with the Sammies very private and personal. On the other hand, although he didn't know them by name, he knew them. Secondly, on any other Saturday night, I'd have four or five orgasms and then a couple of more in the morning.

I thought about it for another minute. "I'll be right back." Immediately, I thought which Sammie to use. Sam the Man was my favorite; so big, so powerful, but would Drew feel inadequate? That's the last thing I wanted.

I chose Big Sam. He was a little bigger than Drew, but not by a lot. I got back in bed. Actually, on the bed. I spread my legs; my neatly trimmed dark bush like a beacon against my pale skin.

Drew turned on Big Sam and then rubbed him against my pussy, while kissing my breasts. "Right there?"

I moved Big Sam just a little. "Right there." Then I put my hands over my hand and held on to the headboard.

For the next hour I writhed, bucked, humped. I moaned, sighed, screamed. How many orgasms did I have? I have no idea. Drew kept Big Sam vibrating against my clitoris and I begged him not to stop.

Finally, "Drew, I'm worn out. I need some sleep. Please stay. I'll want more in the morning."

We snuggled through the night; Drew's face between my breasts.

I'd become accustom to getting up early. While Drew slept, I found Big Sam, washed him, then took a shower. Drew was awake when I came out of the bathroom. I just had a towel on my head. "Don't you look lovely this morning. What a perfect way to wake up."

I crawled on the bed, kissed him, "thank you for last night."

"I should be thanking you. Maybe you'll let me thank you this morning, but first I could use a shower."

"Let me find you some towels."

My heart skipped a beat when Drew came out of the shower. No towel; completely naked. Maybe it was my pussy talking, but I thought he was gorgeous. On the other hand, my eyes were looking at his cock. It was just hanging there, but still. After what it did to me last night and the anticipation of what it might do to me this morning. My pussy was already wet.

Drew crawled onto the bed. "Come up here, I know what you want this morning," I laughed as he kissed my breasts. "I'm so glad you like them."

He licked and sucked, and soon my nipples were big and hard. "Stacy, do you remember last night when I told you I'd love to taste your pussy?"

He was already starting to kiss toward my stomach. "I do, but I thought you were just saying that."

He was kissing me between my belly button and my pubic hair. I was already wet in anticipation. I couldn't wait to experience the feeling. Like I said, I'd been eaten before; by the same incompetent guys who'd incompetently fuck me. They ate pussy as bad as they fucked.

After last night, I knew Drew would be different. He made me wait. He kissed my pubic hair, my thighs; he kissed me everywhere but . . .

"Please, Drew, please." I used both hands to push his head into my pussy.

"Stacy, you have a wonderful fragrance. I'm going to love eating your pussy. Did I mention how beautiful it is?"

No, he hadn't and no I didn't think my pussy was beautiful. In fact, I'd watched all those female masturbation movies and I didn't think any pussy was beautiful. Cocks, on the other hand; hard cocks, oh my, gorgeous. Okay, okay, I'll admit it. When I was watching female masturbation porn, I also watched male masturbation porn. Like I said: gorgeous.

Then I felt his tongue. It was gently sliding up and down my pussy. "Oh, Drew, thank you, thank you. Keep doing me. Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, your tongue feels so good."

He kept licking and licking. Damn, that felt good. "Stacy, you have the best tasting pussy."

Drew just confirmed what I knew from sucking on the Sammies. Well, not Sam the Man; he was way too big for my mouth, but I'd sucked Sammie and Big Sam numerous times. I thought I tasted good. Now, Drew, a guy agreed. "Keep eating me, Drew. Eat my pussy."

Then he didn't. It's not that Drew stopped, it's just that his tongue discovered my clitoris and I was off the wall. My sensitive clitoris had never felt like this; I'd never felt like this. Not with Sammie. Not with Big Sam. Not with Sam the Man. Could Drew's tongue stay there forever?

Of course, he couldn't, but he could do my clitoris until his tongue wore out. He couldn't do that either. After, I have no idea how many orgasms, I was begging for his cock. "Come up here and fuck me, Drew." I was pulling his hair. He didn't have a choice.

His cock, after all those orgasms, felt wonderful, magnificent, amazing, astonishing, fantastic. He could have done anything with me and to me and I would have said ‘yes.' However, Drew being Drew, didn't fuck me, he made love to me. Whispering in my ear, "your beautiful pussy is delicious. I'm going to want to eat it again."

I couldn't talk. I was still high; I just shook my head, "yes, yes, yes, just not now."

Drew slowly fucked my sopping wet pussy. Once I fully recovered, there was no making love. Just fucking. My ass and hips were in non-stop mode. I lifted my ass off the bed; eager to take more of Drew's cock which was already all the way in. "Fuck me hard, Drew. My pussy wants you to bang me hard."

Drew had an idea. As I said, after what his tongue did to me, he could do anything. He rolled me over and fucked me like a dog. I wanted to get fucked hard. Drew fucked me hard; then harder. The only thing that had ever been that far up my pussy was Sam the Man, but Sam the Man couldn't bang me like Drew did.

He leaned forward, moved his hands from my hips to my breasts, and whispered in my ear, "Stacy, reach down and play with your pussy. Do your clitoris."

Of course, I knew how and as great as last night was, this morning was so much better. Drew fucked me like a dog, and I used my fingers to make sure I had orgasm after orgasm.

When Drew finished, it seemed like we came at the same time. His first of the morning; mine, perhaps my fourth. Who's counting?

He collapsed on top of me. I gave us both a minute, then I rolled him off and let him rest and cuddle against my breasts.

You know as long as the batteries held out the Sammies could keep going and going. Not so men; not even young men like Drew.

An hour later, it seemed like Drew was ready for more. His tongue was licking and sucking on a nipple. "Stacy, I have an idea. We haven't tested out the new toy you bought yesterday."

"I-I, Drew, it's something that's very personal and private."

"After last night and this morning, I don't think there's much private between us."

He was right. Last night, he'd used Big Sam on my clitoris. It was marvelous. This morning, when he was fucking me like a dog, I was using my fingers to masturbate. It was marvelous.

I got out of bed, found the bag from Drew's store and came back in bed, I unwrapped it. It didn't look at all like the Sammies.

"Look at it, Stacy, it could be fun. The batteries are already charged," Drew said, "we can start right away. Stacy, just lay back, and let me use it on you."

It was so different from last night. We were in the dark then. Now, in the daylight I had my legs spread and Drew watched as he, I'm not sure what to call it, maybe masturbated me. It was so different from the Sammies. The vibration was different.

My new toy, not only could fuck me, but it had a little nob that vibrated against my clitoris. It didn't take long for Drew to figure out how to use it. Within a few minutes, it wasn't fucking me; I was fucking it. "That's it, Stacy. I'm just holding on. Cum, baby. Make yourself cum."

I was like a kid with a new toy. Drew wasn't doing much; he was like my assistant; just holding the prop, while I entertained myself. I had a whole bunch of incredible orgasms. The best I'd ever had. I was lying on my back, trying to catch my breath. I was worn out. I don't think I could cum one more time. I just wanted to sleep.

"Stacy, I had a great night and an amazing morning. Call me, maybe we can get together next weekend." He kissed me on the mouth, and then my nipples.

Later I found a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

You're probably wondering why I never called Drew.

TO BE CONTINUED

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